Flashback: Nine years ago.
Father came home just before bedtime, and although Giovanna might be getting a little old for bedtime stories, she wanted this one. "Another emergency, Father?" There were so many lately.
"There certainly was," Paris Bennet said as he tucked his daughter in. "A princess captured and controlled by a witch."
A concerned look. "Did you set the witch's soul on fire?" Giovanna asked earnestly. She sure hoped so. It was always too bad, of course, when mutants had to hurt other mutants...just not as bad as letting bad people get away with it.
An approving smile. "As best I was able, ma petite. We did what we could. And the 'princess' is safe. She may join the Cause."
"That's good." A pause for thought. "Is He happy? A litle happy, anyway?"
"Yes, Giovanna. He is fairly happy," another smile, quickly returned. "Now you must go to sleep."
"Yes, Father. Good night."
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